A wildly fantastic tale with ghosts, spirit possession, a lost race, found treasure, and mesmerism.... (also published as The Spirit of Bambatse.)
eep. But," he added, and his voice grew interested, "how did you know that it was I? You never turned your head."
"I have ears in my head as well as eyes," she answered with a little laugh, "and after we have been nearly a month together on this ship I ought to know your step."
"I never remember that anyone ever recognized it before," he said, more to himself than to her, then came and leaned over the rail at her side. His doubts were gone. Fate had spoken.
For a while there was silence between them, then he asked her if she were not going to the dance.
Benita shook her head.
"Why not? You are fond of dancing, and you dance very well. Also there are plenty of officers for partners, especially Captain----" and he checked himself.
"I know," she said; "it would be pleasant, but--Mr. Seymour, will you think me foolish if I tell you something?"
"I have never thought you foolish yet, Miss Clifford, so I don't know why I should begin now. What is it?"
"I am not going to the dance because I am
a good adventure of a young woman to find her father in africa. it was a nice read.